KA Rees #27 - Pastoral Mode

Pastoral Mode

If the Simpson’s were the archetypical family, then John Milton was the normalest of the norm. He was neither rich, nor poor, he rented in the inner western suburbs of a large city on the fringes of a continental coastline. He owned old stereo equipment and a mountain bike given to him for a present, that he never used. He swam at the local 25 meter swimming pool and dated a girl named Jillian who pestered him about Moving In Together. He was non-committal about dating, palming Jillian’s concerns with shrugs while he cracked open bottles of Pure Blond with a potato peeler. He was careful with the recycling. 

In the beginning was the word, and the word was god. He thought that may mean language was god. The uttering of thought. But wasn’t that a bit creepy in a big brother house kind of way? When he sat at the edge of the swimming pool and watched the sun reflected on the surface of the water, he wondered if it was all just a series of patterns; if so, he wondered if the iron hook would find his flesh tasty in a Homer Simpson kind of way, or whether he would sing Five Bells as he paddled in the shallows.